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yukmouth - godzilla lyrics

verse 1

you n-gg-s juss created a monsta
f-ck a tampa i smoke ganja
up in the bahamas racin yamaha jet skis
money launderin like “casa blanca”
luminate the concert
aimin missile launchers
he’s crazy comet
mentally disturbed karma
wit all drama
i put that on my mama
i’m down to hog tie my playa potna
don’t make me spray ya potna
if you wanna save yo daughter n-gg-, give up the info
and throw that plasticy m-th- f-cka out my limo
wit three up in his temple
the land where n-gg-s pimp hoes big
i do this for the streets of
san fransisco on down to south central
my speech
too hard on the instrumental will get yo club shot up
drugs get rocked up
hustalas settin shop up
runnin from coppas
and helicopters
pourin out vodka
for all my dead potnas
and make me wanna drop my chopper
and salute
n-gg- put yo glocks in the air and salute
n-gg- shoot
only my first three times, n-gg- recoup
ya’ll n-gg-s be bloops
no, publishin givin the loot
to your executive produce
sellin bubble lex coupes
on loot
beat yo bad b-tches in daisy dukes
poppin they cooch
while my f-ckin name is introduced
1, 2,-1, 2
clear my throat, check the mic
1, 2 -1, 2
how many m-th- f-ckas wanna smoke?
whatcha want do?
i throw a tree full blunt into the crowd
sn-tch a pile of money
probably a thousand
throw it in the crowd
n-gg- now
big poppa style
while i used to be on section 8
now it’s shrimp and lobster now
and livin like a mobbsta now
an n-gg-s who snitched like sammy “the bulldog”
a final, or donny brasco body found in the barrio
wit quatro, cinco hallows
up in pablo
a tommyano killa
but never sh-t across the mobb though
keep yo mouth closed
we hold the f-ckin code of silence
juss give me great beats and violins
my flow is violent
cold as tyrannts
hearin the po-po sirens
live an direct, while you slide yo vet
n-gg-s think it’s real, but chill, it’s only a c-ssette
yes, gangsta sh-t to the fullest
hollow tip bullets through yo chest
had to dismiss a lot of fake n-gg-s
juss to make scrilla
the industry be tryin to rape n-gg-s
but i’m a straight killa
white as f-ck like grade a gorilla
the mobb n-gg-s used rob n-gg-s fo, hagan das n-gg-
keep a bribe wit her
half a chicken up in a ride n-gg-
f-ck ya’ll n-gg-s
i come stompin to eat ’em up like godzilla
short stoppin my scrilla, n-gg- my cheddar cheese
celeberty
let my n-gg- pac rest in peace
quit fightin
know that god hate ugly n-gg-s
quit bitin
so i shoot you in yo face buddy
what you wanna do?
i got crew
killas from the midwest
to new jerus, on down to baton rouge
n-gg-s bangin screws
the m-o-u crucifixates
if you’se a trick hate
go home and ask yo b-tch how my d-ck taste.
(how my d-ck taste)
n-gg-, m-o-u crucifixates
if you’se a trick hate
ask yo b-tch how my d-ck taste.

-(screaming)-

oh no!
oh no!
he’s alive!
godzilla’s alive!
godzilla’s alive!
oh no! you’ve gotta see it!
this is john jerry, this is john jerry reporting from channel 4
news!
you gotta see this!
call the president!
godzilla’s alive!
call the president! tell the president to call the navy seals!
he’s here, he’s steppin on sh-t!
he’s crushing!…oh my god!
godzilla’s alive! oh you got to see this sh-t!
oh!

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